Summer pretended to consider it for a moment, before trying to pass off his answer as casual. “Yes, of course.” He leaned back into Isaac’s grip, sighing pleasantly. “I love the way you touch me.”
“I’ll always touch you,” he stated and held him gently against his chest and stomach, fingers mapping out the flesh as he pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “I love you, Summer.”
The empath shivered under Isaac’s mouth. “That spot hasn’t changed,” he murmured. “Do that again and I’m not responsible for the consequences.”